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“Say it,” I told her in deadly earnest. “I need you to say the words. Before this gets out of hand.”

“I don’t want you. Now go to sleep, you horny bastard.”

I reached a hand across the barrier between us. She understood and took it.

I held her hand on top of the pillow and she let me. “Will you say that to me again but in your sexy phone voice?”

She actually did it, the diabolical imp, pitching her voice just so, “Go to sleep, you horny bastard.”

“The other part, too.”

“I don’t want you. You’re not gorgeous or hunky at all. I’d throw rocks at you if I saw you in the street.”

I purred. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

“You’re lucky I don’t kick you out of this bed.”

I’d never been so charmed or turned on in my entire life.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SHE WAS ALREADY gone when I woke up the next morning.

I didn’t even bother to get dressed before I sought her out.

She was in her office, working away like nothing was amiss.

“Morning,” said Ro briskly. “Go put on a shirt, and I’ll get your cappuccino.”

I’d had my mouth open to say something else entirely but that distracted me. “You’re making a shirt the condition of my morning coffee now?”

“I’m trying to. Is it working?”

“Not at all. You couldn’t pay me to put a shirt on now.”

“Could I bribe you?”

“It would have to be a better bribe than a cappuccino.”

“I’ll sleep in your bed again tonight.”

I was already heading back to my room when I called out, “Deal!”

I was dressed and working in her office, perfect cappuccino in hand, when I brought it up.

“Should we talk about what happened last night?” I asked tentatively.

She didn’t hesitate. “No. We should never talk about, or so much as refer to it, again.”

“It won’t just go away.”

“Sure it will.”

I tried to drop it, I really did.

My thoughts were just too all-consuming and intrusive to let me.

“I want to touch you,” I told her, voice low and husky.